As a young woman, I somehow feel confused with the aim of my existence.Continue Reading
Early in the morning the white hot sun is already baking,
could I then awake,
before the rain pours down later.
Morning sun climbs in the blue
Shimmering indigo hues
Lift the sunrise, raised
By hands invisible,
Clouds that dragged by.Continue Reading
In praise of mother nature.Continue Reading
What the writer felt during her confinement at the institution at the age of sixteen… she spent 40 days and 40 nights there.Continue Reading
More Razorwind poetry up.Continue Reading
This is a poem about a young girl who is afraid of the man-made world. She finds a sanctuary in the natural world and wishes to stay there for an eternity.Continue Reading
Awakening. Phase:1.Continue Reading
The familiar sting awakens my senses.Continue Reading
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